My Life is a Crime Show

Oh man... I have got to take a break from watching Bones. It is either somehow Karmically affecting my life, or it's making me super paranoid.
So it started around noon. I -like the lazy pig smart, hungry lady I am- headed downstairs for some chips and salsa. My mom was at a funeral and Stu was off doing whatever Stu does, either way. Neither of them were home and I was having a lovely crime show marathon on netflix.
I take out a bowl and pour my salsa when I swear I heard a voice. I stopped- listened for it for a moment, didn't hear it and went to go grab the tortilla chips. Then all of the sudden loud bangs and slamming starts going on upstairs.
I hear muffled voices- freak out- and run outside, in my pajama's might I add. After a while, I gather my nerves and go back inside the house. I find my brother sitting on the couch of our living room. I laugh a bit, and go back to grab my chips and salsa. I turn to the counter AND WHAT DO I SEE?! A biohazard bag.
And, the little thing that was inside it? Empty. Or at least- I didn't see anything.
So now I have myself freaked out and hiding in my room with food trash, Bones on netflix, and Latin homework. Not to mention the creepiness that always seems to abound in my house!

Dangit, I bet they would know what was happening *cough*Addy*cough*

Trying Not To Die,
Zeeta